I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
Good morning Livejournal, here I am listening to ABBA (at the moment, at least) and shivering slightly in my room. I'm not entirely sure why but it gets pretty cold in my room in the winter. I have about five blankets to keep myself warm when I sleep. To be fair, it's pretty cold outside these days. It's a real winter...and it is lovely! Ruling out all the shoveling and the mess and the freezing temperatures, it's nice looking outside and seeing snowflakes dance down from the sky.
February is coming to a close. Perhaps this is extremely after the fact, but I like this month. It always reminds me of the colours white, red, and black. I like those colours. March tends to be remind me of green, and only green, but many different shades of it. I don't know how this is relevant, but I like associating people and things and events with colours.
This room is still so cold. My hands feel like ice. If I brush my hands up against my cheek or my arm, I can feel the lingering cold on my skin. I need to warm myself up. I'll grab an extra blanket later, perhaps.
I wonder what I'll dream about tonight. I haven't been able to remember any of them lately. Maybe tonight's dream will be a little different, and I'll be able to remember it vividly for a change. But for now it's time for me to sleep and let myself slip into a lovely dream.
Quote of the Day: "Night has become painful for me. It brings to light the regrets of the day."
February is coming to a close. Perhaps this is extremely after the fact, but I like this month. It always reminds me of the colours white, red, and black. I like those colours. March tends to be remind me of green, and only green, but many different shades of it. I don't know how this is relevant, but I like associating people and things and events with colours.
This room is still so cold. My hands feel like ice. If I brush my hands up against my cheek or my arm, I can feel the lingering cold on my skin. I need to warm myself up. I'll grab an extra blanket later, perhaps.
I wonder what I'll dream about tonight. I haven't been able to remember any of them lately. Maybe tonight's dream will be a little different, and I'll be able to remember it vividly for a change. But for now it's time for me to sleep and let myself slip into a lovely dream.
Quote of the Day: "Night has become painful for me. It brings to light the regrets of the day."